Monday, January 05, 2015

Rhys Ford Down and Dirty Blog Tour with Excerpt and Giveaway

To celebrate the release of my new book, Down and Dirty, I’m inviting you to follow along with blog tour serial of a Cole McGinnis case, Dirty Minds! Enter to win a giveaway at every site!

Dirty Minds Part Nine

“I think it’s probably one of the shittiest ideas you’ve ever had, McGinnis,” Detective Dexter Wong said over his steaming bowl of pho.

“See, you can only say that because you haven’t known him as long as I have,” Bobby replied. “He’s had some spectacularly shitty ideas. You haven’t even heard about half of them. This is like a walk in the park for this asshole.”

“So nice I’m paying to feed both of you and getting shit on at the same time,” I grumbled, poking at the bo kho I’d ordered. The Vietnamese stew was a pungent blend of braised beef, spices and vegetables poured over hand-cut noodles and one of my favourite dishes. Despite the bitterness my alleged friends were throwing around, I was still enjoying it. “Look, you can’t find a record of a purple Monte Carlo—”

“They probably painted the damned thing in someone’s garage with acrylics or something. Or spray cans.” Bobby shook his head. “Who the fuck puts a flying chicken on a Monte Carlo?”

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about, Dawson,” Dexter said through a slurp of noodles. Chewing around the mouthful, he continued. “Look, let the cops handle this, Cole. I left Garbeaux and Johnson a message but they’ve said jack shit to me. You can try to talk to them if you want.”

“You look at me straight in the face and tell me that Garbeaux and Johnson are going to chase down a lead I gave them?” I saw Dex look at Bobby, assessing the situation. “And Dawson? You think they’re going to listen to him?”

“Not with me out there flying the Skittles flag,” Bobby replied. “Garbeaux gave me shit before I came out. Last time I saw that asshole was at Gordon’s retirement party and he spent the whole night making kissy faces at me. I never wanted to punch a guy out so much in my life.”

“And considering you spend most of your time with McGinnis here.” Dex motioned at me with his chopsticks. “That’s saying a lot.”

“Oh the love, how I feel it.” I helped myself to more basil from the bowl in the middle of the table, mixing it in with the stew. The older Vietnamese woman who owned the place smiled at me from behind the counter and I ducked my head, automatically bobbing in the same way Jae did when he saw his nuna, Scarlet. “Look, it’s a simple plan. We just go over and see if they’ve got the kennel at his house. Not like I’m breaking in. How many long-haired tortoise shell cats can there be living in one place? We just go looking through the windows.”

“The last time you went looking through windows, you almost got your head blown off by an old woman in a leather corset,” Bobby helpfully pointed out.

“I think he’s looked through windows after that.” Dex tapped his chin. “Does watching a guy pop blow up dolls out of a sex shop count? No, that was a vent, right? Wait, he was snooping around that pro shop when that crazy bitch went after him with a golf club.”

“Dude, she thought you were an alien wearing a human suit. She was going to peel your skin off after she bashed your head in because she needed to prove it to the cops. The knife was sharpened and everything.” Dex sighed.

“Do you have a list of the guy’s priors or not?” I asked before Bobby could chime in. “We already know he had a gun. What are we looking at here?”

“The gun was a surprise. Most of the stuff Nactor’s done is petty theft.” Dex rattled off a small number of offenses, none of which came close to shooting at a guy hanging onto the top of a van. “Probably why he missed you. He’s small-time, at best. Stealing the van and everything in it is pretty big time for him.”

“Opportunity or they planned it?” Bobby mused.

“Nactor was working the event as a valet. He either called someone in to help him rip the van off or someone else at the hotel pulled him in on it. Whichever it was, they’re on the hook for some pretty major shit.” Dex reached over the table for more hot sauce. “The van alone brought them into Grand Theft. Multiple counts of shit rolling downhill towards him and his accomplices.”

“So escalating? Or just someone brought a gun and they were all.. shit, use it?” I leaned back in my chair, waving off the owner with a smile and patting my stomach to tell her I was resting. The last thing I needed was her coming over to hear us plotting a raid on a catnapper. “Chances are good then we can talk him out of the cat at least. He’s in over his head.”

Dexter heaved a sigh loud enough to blow my hair back if he’d been facing me. “Look, I don’t think you should go over there.”

“Doesn’t really matter what you and I think, Dex.” Bobby dipped his spring roll into peanut sauce, dredging it until it was nearly drenched through. “Just know I’ll be going with him. The most you can hope for, dude, is that I don’t kill him before they do.”

Down & Dirty (Cole McGinnis #5) by Rhys Ford

Synopsis

From the moment former LAPD detective Bobby Dawson spots Ichiro Tokugawa, he knows the man is trouble. And not just because the much younger Japanese inker is hot, complicated, and pushes every one of Bobby’s buttons. No, Ichi is trouble because he’s Cole McGinnis’s younger brother and off-limits in every possible way. And Bobby knows that even before Cole threatens to kill him for looking Ichi’s way. But despite his gut telling him Ichi is bad news, Bobby can’t stop looking… or wanting.Ichi was never one to play by the rules. Growing up in Japan as his father’s heir, he’d been bound by every rule imaginable until he had enough and walked away from everything to become his own man. Los Angeles was supposed to be a brief pitstop before he moved on, but after connecting with his American half-brothers, it looks like a good city to call home for a while—if it weren’t for Bobby Dawson.Bobby is definitely a love-them-and-leave-them type, a philosophy Ichi whole-heartedly agrees with. Family was as much of a relationship as Ichi was looking for, but something about the gruff and handsome Bobby Dawson that makes Ichi want more.Much, much more.

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About Rhys Ford

Rhys Ford was born and raised in Hawai’i then wandered off to see the world. After chewing through a pile of books, a lot of odd food, and a stray boyfriend or two, Rhys eventually landed in San Diego, which is a very nice place but seriously needs more rain.Rhys admits to sharing the house with three cats of varying degrees of black fur and a ginger cairn terrorist. Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep a 1979 Pontiac Firebird, a Toshiba laptop, and an overworked red coffee maker.

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51 comments:

Thank you so much for posting this! I've been looking forward to it so much. Also, love how incidents from previous books made their way into the story. Cole's been in a lot of crazy situations, huh? :)